I love to make love in the day,
I prefer it to the night I must say.
And I hate to make love when it rains,
At my age I get arthritic pains.
During the day I can clearly see,
The one laying next to me.
And thats where I get a thrill,
So I can always get my fill.
I like the moisture that we make,
But I hate the rain for goodness sake.
In here it's already wet enough,
Come on baby, lets get rough.
Don Juan Tenorio
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